Disclaimers: Nope, they're still not mine.
The Sun, the Sea, and the Red Bikini
Chapter 2 – Executing the Surprise
"So, what did you do?" Terry asked as he, Willie and Mike got changed to go home later that afternoon.
"I asked him where in the hell he was hiding the house keys," Mike was relating the story of a call he'd made where a young boy had managed to lock his entire family out of his house and refused to let them back in.
"So, how did they get back into the house?" Willie asked.
"Well, Junior refused to tell me what he'd done with the keys. He hadn't committed a crime, so the only thing they could do was call a locksmith. The old man didn't like it, but there was nothing else I could do. But, I'm betting Junior isn't sitting right now."
"The heat is making people crazy," Terry shook his head.
"My old man would've worn me out if I'd locked everybody out of the house and hid the keys," Willie remarked.
"Mine, too," Mike said in agreement as he closed his locker. "Well, let's hit the road."
Jill was putting the finishing touches on the dinner table when Mike walked into the apartment at 7:30. Her joy turned to irritation when his two friends followed him inside.
It was Terry who saw the lit candles on the table and put a quick hand on his roommates' shoulder. "We'll talk to you in the morning, Mike," he said as Willie and Mike looked at him.
That was when Mike also saw the candles and smiled at his friends. "Okay," he said as he let them out of the apartment. "Wow, I'm really dense sometimes," he smiled at Jill after he closed the door.
"That's okay," she walked up and clasped her arms around him. "I still love you."
"So, did you get Terry's car home without any problems?"
"Oh, I meant to give him his keys back," she made a face.
"You can give them back in the morning. Let me take a shower and then we'll have dinner," he gave her a quick peck on the lips before unclasping her arms from his waist.
Mike came back a short time later dressed in a pair of cutoffs and a white t-shirt. "Oh, this looks great," he said as sat down at the table.
"I made pasta salad since it's too hot for anything else," she passed him the bowl. "I have a surprise."
"Really?" He looked instantly intrigued as he began to eat. "What's your surprise?"
"I'll tell you after dinner," she grinned mysteriously as she began to eat her own dinner.
"I was thinking this morning about what you were saying about going to the beach," he took a sip of his wine. "Ooh, good wine. Where in the hell have you been hiding this?"
"Your guy at the store recommended it. How do you know all of these people, anyway?"
"What people?" He asked innocently.
"You have a Catalina guy, a wine guy, a cheese guy, a guy who can get tickets to anything. How do you meet all of these people?"
"Hey, I'm not about to reveal my secrets," he smiled at his wife. "Anyway, I was thinking about what you were saying about the beach. Maybe we can go to Manhattan Beach for the day on one of our days off next week. We can spend the day and have dinner at Ernesto's."
"That sounds wonderful, but I have a better idea. Why don't we just spend two days on Catalina."
"Babe, I told you, I haven't had time to call Larry."
"You don't have to call Larry," he looked at her in surprise. "I called him this afternoon. He was able to get us our favorite room, plus reservations for Monday night at the Inn restaurant. We can leave early Monday morning and come back on Tuesday evening."
"You called Larry?" He was still surprised.
"I didn't know that you were in the army together."
"How did you find that out?"
"He called me Mrs. Underdog," she looked at him. "There aren't too many people who know your army nickname. You've surprised me with Catalina so many times. I wanted to surprise you for once."
"You are just full of surprises," he reached over and took her hand. "It's sweet that you've made all of the arrangements, but I'll pick up the tab."
"No, you aren't, either," she shook her head.
"Babe . . . "
"I'm not destitute. Let me take care of you for a change. I don't want to hear another word about it."
Mike knew better than to argue with his extremely stubborn wife, but he decided that he'd make it a point to buy her something to show how much he appreciated her love for him.
*****MJMJMJ*****
"I was thinking," Terry said as the three friends sat down for lunch the next day, "maybe we could get some burgers or hotdogs and an ice chest of beer and hang out at the pool after we all get off duty Saturday."
"I'd love to," Mike said agreeably, "but Jill is working evening shift. She doesn't get off duty until 11 and she isn't going to be too keen on hanging out at the pool at midnight."
"What are your days off next week?" Willie asked. "Maybe we could go to The Open House one night."
"I'm off Monday and Tuesday, but Jill's taking me to Catalina," Mike said with a smile.
"She's taking you?" Willie asked as Mike nodded. "And, you're okay with that?"
"Why wouldn't I be? I admit that I'm an old-fashioned guy in a lot of ways, but this is something that Jill really wants to do."
"That's really sweet," Terry said.
"I know," Mike continued smiling.
When Jill entered the apartment later that afternoon, she frowned at the commotion coming from their bedroom. She wandered in to find Mike burrowing through a large box in the bottom of their closet. "What're you looking for?"
"Where in the hell did you hide my snorkel and fins?" He asked as he continued digging through the box.
"You're really planning on going snorkeling?" She asked as she sat on the end of their bed and watched her husband.
"Well, among other things," he turned to grin at his wife as he went back to his hunt for the elusive items.
"You're looking in the wrong box," she walked over and planted a kiss on the top of his head. "Your diving stuff is in a box in the hall closet."
"When were you going to tell me this?" He asked as he got off of the floor.
"Eventually," she gave him a dazzling smile as she retreated to the bathroom.
Monday morning found the two of them on the ferry bound for Catalina Island, 26 miles off of the coast from Los Angeles. She leaned into him as he wrapped his arms around her and lightly kissed her on the neck. "I feel better already," he said in her ear.
"Me, too."
"Almost two full days of nothing but the two of us, sun, and the ocean. This is going to be great."
"Yes, it is," she agreed as her thoughts went to the red bikini that she'd managed to pack when Mike wasn't looking. "Can I ask you a question?"
"Sure," he kissed her neck once again, sending tingles down her spine.
"Have you ever made love on a beach?"
"Once," he admitted. "I'll just say that I was in Hawaii at the time. I think it's one of the reasons why I hate Hawaii."
"You didn't like it?" She turned into his arms.
"Babe, if you saw all of the places where I found sand . . . " he stopped when she started laughing. "No, it wasn't one of the highlights in terms of my sexual experiences. Why are you asking?"
"I was just curious. I mean, I've seen 'From Here to Eternity' about a hundred times."
"The movies make it seem much more romantic than it is, believe me."
Somehow Jill thought that once he saw her in the red bikini, he might change his mind. She'd never worn so little material in her life. Even her panties covered her more than the bikini bottom did.
An hour later they were being shown into their room at The SeaBreeze Inn by a bus boy. Mike tipped him after he'd brought their bags into the room. Jill walked over and opened the double doors that led out to their private patio. The view from the patio was gorgeous. Miles and miles of beach and sky blue water as far as the eye could see. The view never failed to take her breath away. "Thank you for calling Larry," she smiled as Mike once again wrapped his arms around her from behind and pulled her against him.
"So, what do you want to do first?" She turned into his arms, wrapping her own arms tightly around his waist.
"I want to play in the water," he grinned, looking very much like a young boy as Jill giggled.
"Let's get changed and we'll go play," she kissed him, nibbling gently on his lower lip.
Mike changed into a pair of cut-offs and an old t-shirt in the bedroom while Jill changed in the bathroom. His breath caught in his throat when she came out of the bathroom, wearing a pair of shorts and a shirt, her hair tied back into a pony tail. His eyes made a slow journey up her legs. Jill had to have the longest legs he'd ever seen in his life. "You're wearing that to go swimming?" He asked, feeling somewhat disappointed.
"No, but if I show you what I'm wearing to go swimming, we'll never leave the room," she smiled as she handed him a large towel from the bathroom.
"Babe, I've seen your bathing suit," he reminded her as she blushed. "Wait! You bought a new suit?"
"Let's go," she held her hand out to him. "I want to play."
"I don't even get a peek?" He asked as they left the room and he locked the door behind them, stashing it in the beach bag that Jill was carrying.
"You'll see it soon enough," she continued smiling as they left the inn and followed the path toward the water.
Walking hand in hand with Mike, Jill was always reminded of the first time she'd ever gone on a 'date' with him. He'd held his hand out to her on a high school track and she'd been instantly hooked. Ever since that day, holding his hand in hers was one of her favorite things to do. It never failed to remind her that she belonged to him.
"What're you thinking about?" He smiled at her.
"You," they said together. "You're all I ever think about."
They wandered down the beach until they found what they both deemed to be the 'perfect' spot. Mike spread out the small blanket that Jill had stashed in the bottom of the beach bag before pulling his shirt over his head. "I'll put lotion on you and then you can return the favor," Jill took the bottle of suntan lotion from the bag and squirted some into her hands before rubbing it all over his back and shoulders. "I'll let you handle the front."
Mike had just started applying lotion to his chest, stomach, arms, and legs as Jill removed her shorts and shirt, revealing the tiniest bikini he'd ever seen on anybody outside of a store mannequin. His cut-offs instantly got tighter. "Where in the hell have you been hiding that thing?" He could barely breathe as he admired his wife's body in the miniscule bikini.
"I bought it when I was out with Amanda. Do you like it?"
"Do I . . . oh, yeah," he let out the breath he hadn't realized he was holding. "That bikini is about as close as you can get to being naked. I love it," he pulled her close and kissed her.
"Uh, could you put some lotion on me?" She asked, as she felt his reaction to the bikini. "I mean apply lotion, Danko. Put your roamin' hands and rushin' fingers to rest for a little while."
He took the bottle and managed to apply lotion to his wife's back without letting his hands roam too much. "Do you want to do the front or do you want me to?" He asked as he kissed her neck.
"I will. If I let you put lotion on the front of me, we'll probably end up being arrested," she took the bottle from him. "I'd love to see you explaining that to Lt. Ryker. Are you really going to take your toys into the water?" She asked, referring to his snorkel, mask and fins that he'd brought from home.
"No, I don't have to. But, I was willing to share," he gave her a boyish grin.
"That's very sweet, but I don't like going underwater."
"Come on, let's go play," he held out his hand as he led her toward the water.
The water felt cold and refreshing after the heat of the summer sun. They walked out until the water came up to their waists, battling the waves the entire way. Jill grabbed onto Mike's neck as a rough swell knocked both of them off of their feet. They both came up laughing and coughing from the salt water. "Are you okay?" He asked, remembering her fear of going underwater.
"Yeah. It was just kind of unexpected."
"You know I'd never let anything happen to you," he kissed her, tasting the saltiness on her skin.
"I know," she kissed him back.
After staying in the water for a little while longer, they came out and went to lie on the blanket that Jill had spread out on the sand earlier. She lay on her stomach with her head pillowed on her arms as Mike sprawled out on his back next to her. He grinned at her before turning onto his side and propping himself up on his elbow. "Can I ask you something?" He asked as she nodded. "What in the hell were you thinking when you bought this bikini?"
"I don't know," she admitted. "I was at the mall with Amanda and I saw it in the store window. You're the only person who's ever going to see it."
"I would certainly hope so," he traced his fingers down her back, resting on the bottom tie of the bikini top.
"So, I take it that you like it?"
"Oh, I like it," he continued tracing his fingers down her almost bare back. "When we get back to the room, I'm going to show you just how much I like it."
He bent down and trailed his lips up and down her almost bare back, stopping at the familiar scars that were so much a part of her past. There was a deep gouge on the back of her left shoulder courtesy of Cleve knocking her into a swimming pool, and thus causing her fear of deep water and going underwater. There were several scars on the backs of both thighs courtesy of the same man knocking her into a glass table.
Jill squirmed as she felt Mike's lips and then his fingers trailing down her back and legs. "Would you stop before I drag you back into the water?" She complained as she rolled over onto her back and smiled up at him.
"Promise?" He whispered as he moved up to capture her lips with his own.
"Let's go," she jumped to her feet and held her hands out to him as she hauled him up. "I'm not ready to go back to the room, yet. I still want to play in the water."
"I never said that I didn't want to play. I just don't want to play here," he pouted as she started laughing.
"I know where you want to play. Play with me in here and then we'll go play your games," she pulled him with her toward the water.
As they waded out into the water, he pulled her closer as the waves crashed into them. As he held her, she stared into his eyes, which were as green as the water rolling into them. She'd always loved the way that his eyes could change. Sometimes they were intensely blue, other times they were green, but most times they were the perfect combination of the two. It never failed to take her breath away. "Is this deep enough or do you trust me to go a little further in?" He asked her.
"I've always trusted you, Mike," she kissed him as another wave crashed into them, almost knocking them off of their feet once again.
"I'm glad," he held her closer to him as smaller waves buffeted them. "This is almost the perfect day."
"Almost?" She gave him a puzzled look.
"Well, it'll be the perfect day as soon as I peel that bikini off of you and devour every single inch of your body," he said, punctuating each word with a kiss.
"Is that all you think about?" She asked as she tried to ignore the tingles he was creating in her body with each kiss.
"Pretty much," he admitted. "One day I'll take you to the South of France and make love to you on the Riviera."
"I thought you told me that you don't like making love on the beach," she reminded him.
"I never said that we'd make love on the beach. I said that we'd make love on the Riviera."
"On the hotel balcony?" She challenged him.
"Where in the hell do you come up with these ideas?"
"Do you have any idea how many trashy romance novels I read growing up? I never realized that there were so many different places to get naked," she smiled with a wicked gleam in her eyes.
"Well, we aren't on the Riviera, but we do have a hotel patio," he smiled as he reached down to caress her breasts through the bikini top.
"Michael, we're not having sex on our hotel patio. I know it's a weekday, but people still walk by our room."
"Yeah, Ryker would probably have a stroke if I got busted for lewd and lascivious acts," he made a face as Jill laughed. "Can we go to the room and play now? All of this sex talk is making me extremely horny."
"Sweetheart, you're always extremely horny."
"This is true," he agreed. "Can we please go back to the room?" He bent down and kissed her on the one spot on her neck that never failed to make her all tingly.
"Can we take a shower first?"
"Yeah, we need to get rid of all of this sand, anyway."
They walked back up to their things and packed everything up before walking back to the inn. Once inside, they went into the large bathroom where Mike turned on the shower, making sure that the water temperature was just right. He then unzipped his cutoffs before attempting to pull them down his legs. "Damn, I hate wet denim," he complained as he finally managed to tug them off.
"Yeah, my attire is a little easier to get rid of," she grinned as she reached behind her and untied the bottom tie on the bikini top.
"Hey, undressing you is my job," he walked over and reached up to the top tie, smiling as the bow came undone and her top fell to the floor. He then reached down to untie the bows on each side of the bottoms, smiling even broader when they fell to the floor, as well. "That's better."
He stepped into the shower first before taking her hand and helping her in. The warm water felt wonderful as Jill stood under the spray. They soaped each other's bodies as they played teasing games with their fingers. Games that left each of them breathless and wanting. "What do you think? Did we get rid of all of the sand?" She asked as she reached down to lightly stroke him.
"I don't know," his breathing hitched in his throat. "I might have to do a more thorough inspection."
"I'm not a fan of sex in the shower, Danko," she reminded him.
"I never said that the inspection would be in the shower," he reached behind her and turned off the water. "Wait here."
He got out and rubbed himself down with one of the huge fluffy towels that were a feature of the SeaBreeze before helping Jill out of the tub and wrapping a second towel around her. Once she was securely wrapped, he gathered her into his arms as she squealed in shock. He then walked into the room and deposited her into the middle of the bed. She felt herself flushing at the look in his eyes. It was that same intense look that had been in them the very first time she'd ever slept with him. She'd seen that same look so many times over the years, but it never failed to make her feel the same way. She reached for him and pulled him down beside her on the bed. "Are you going to tell Willie and Terry about my bikini?"
"Are you kidding? I have no intention of giving them fodder for their fantasies. I especially don't want them fantasizing about my wife," he growled as he pulled her tighter into his body.
"Why, Officer Danko, I had no idea that you were so possessive," she drawled as she trailed her fingers down his chest, stopping at his waist.
"I'm extremely possessive where you're concerned."
"Me, too," she bit her lip before moving closer to kiss him.
As they kissed hungrily, Mike groaned when he felt Jill reach down to grasp him. "Stop," he reached down and removed her hand. "I believe that I have an inspection to take care of."
Her breath caught in her throat as Mike sat up and opened the towel, exposing her body to his appreciative eye. She gasped when he bent down and kissed her neck, as his fingers lightly trailed down her flesh much as she was doing to him earlier. She'd never understood how that one spot on her neck always seemed to act as an 'On' switch. She tried to once again touch him as he maneuvered himself just out of her reach. He then made things more difficult for her by rolling onto his stomach. "You don't play fair," she panted as she futilely tried to touch him.
"That's what I've been told," he glanced up at her and smiled.
"I like touching you."
"I know. But, I'm thanking you for my red bikini. And this wonderful two days. So, I just want you to lie back and enjoy everything," he kissed her as he gently caressed her breasts, tweaking her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, swallowing her moan of pleasure as they hardened under his fingers.
"Mike," she sighed his name when he replaced the fingers at her breasts with his mouth. She whimpered when he flicked her erect nipples with his tongue. "Please, Mike. Please let me touch you," she begged as she reached her hand out toward him.
"Uh-uh," he continued teasing her breasts with his lips and tongue as he let his fingers move farther down her body. He knew when he'd touch her, that he'd find her wet. He never ceased to marvel at the fact that she always wanted him. After the five years of horrible abuse she'd undergone at Cleve's hand, she could still welcome him into her body.
She pressed herself tighter into his hand when he first made contact with her most intimate flesh. She was already so close. She knew that the minute his mouth made contact with her, she was going to explode into a million pieces. Her breath sped up in anticipation and extreme need as she felt, rather than saw him, moving down the bed.
She felt his warm breath on her inner thighs first, before she felt that first light brush of his tongue on her. She cried out in agonized bliss when he finally began to minister to her heated flesh. It took every bit of his skill to hold her still as she thrashed around him. "Mike, stop!" She begged when the sensations became unbearable. "I need you! I need you now!"
Stopping what he was doing, Mike moved his way back up her body, settling in between her legs as he guided himself into her, groaning at the sensation of her body clamping down around him.
She wrapped her legs around him as she met his thrusts. The orgasm that she'd held back began building again with a vengeance. His mouth met hers as he swallowed her cries of ecstasy as he felt all of her muscles squeeze him deliciously. "I love you, baby," he cried out as he thrust into her once more as his own climax came pouring out of him.
Jill could feel Mike's panting breath on her shoulder as she tried to get her own breathing under control. "So, did I pass inspection?"
"Hell, yeah," he kissed her gently as he rolled over, groaning as he slipped out of her. "You'll always pass inspection in my book, Mrs. Danko."
"I'll keep that in mind the next time that I burn dinner," she smiled at him.
"Do you think that we can stay in this bed for the next day and a half?" He asked.
"Well, we do have dinner reservations tonight," she reminded him.
"After that?" He asked hopefully.
"Yeah. I might even let you change my mind about shower sex?"
"How about patio sex?"
"No, now you're pushing it."
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"So, how was Catalina?" Terry asked as he and Mike rode together on Mike's first day back to work following his two days off.
"Wonderful," Mike said.
"That's all you're going to say? Just that it was 'wonderful?' Let me guess. You and Jill had sex on every surface that wasn't nailed down."
"And, a few that weren't," he smirked at his partner.
"Kind of like 'Penthouse?' I'm impressed," Terry admitted.
"Terry, take my word when I tell you that if I had a choice between Jill and those chicks in one of those skin magazines, I'm going to choose Jill."
"Does this mean that you're going to zone out on me on a regular basis for the next two weeks while you think of your wife in a white bikini on a beach?"
"Yes. And, for the record, the bikini was red," Mike corrected him as he began laughing at the look on Terry's face.
A/N: I'm going to end it like that. I never said that Mike wasn't going to tell them anything. Enjoy light and fluffy while I go back to my specialty, which is angst. Please read and review. I get tingly when I see reviews.
